Fanatic

There are very few things in my life--outside of family and church that I really get into. Apparently, the Twilight series, though that has not stood the test of time, as yet. I make every effort to watch American Idol. But before all that, and for decades of devotion, I love, love, the Olympics--winter, summer, it doesn't matter the event. I make every effort to watch all of the network coverage of it--despite my disdain for NBC. I am so glad they decided to stagger years so I don't have to wait a full four years before I get my Olympic fix. Every two years, two weeks of my life is dedicated to wrapping myself in the drama of human achievement and tragedy.

I enjoy figure skating far more than gymnastics, mostly because there is so little dance to gymnastics, even in the ladies floor routine. I would like to see a brilliant choreographer make it a floor exercise look more like a series of disjointed set-ups for strings of tumbling passes. It bugs me, too, how their pirouettes more often than not fall off to the side instead of remaining center--meaning their focus is on power more than control. Still what they do is amazing and I love to watch it. I wish synchronized swimming and rhythmic gymnastics got more air time.

One thing I have done to minimize my obsession is not subscribe to the pay per view coverage or look for streaming video on the website. Afterall, I have a house to clean up and move out of in two weeks. The closing process has met with a lot of bumps, but we are signing on Wednesday and moving out the 23rd. The kids start school on the 27th. I have a couple of things to do. Don't expect a lot of blog participation this month--unless I get so stressed out that I want to withdraw from my responsibilities.